CHAPTER 3

The Morning After.

Something was under me and it was vibrating. I wondered if it was a maybe a frog.

Wait, a frog? My eyes shot open at that thought.

As I took in my surroundings, the first five things that sped through my mind were

One - There was a fish, or frog, or something, vibrating between me and the mattress.

Two -I felt a lot warmer than usual.

Three -This was not my hotel room, and it sure as hell was not my bed because it was a lot more comfy and smelled much better, like the scent of lavender.

Four - Instead of a female lying next to me (which should have been the case since I was supposed to be sharing a room with Rose), there was a male body sprawled across my own. And hmmmmm, I thought, that was probably why I felt so warm!

And last but not least - The male body lying on top of mine was naked. Completely naked. As in not a single piece of material covered his body, except for the bed sheets, which were spread over both of us.

Oh shit, shit, shit, I thought, as another obvious fact dawned on me - he was naked and so was I! And based on those two facts alone, I didn't dare imagine what went on last night in this room, not to mention in this bed!

That thing under my back vibrated the sleepy haze lifted from my senses, I realized that it was a cell phone. Maybe it was mine, and maybe that was Rose calling me?

I lifted my body a little bit off the mattress, so that I could reach under and grab whatever it was that was vibrating so insistently. To my surprise, the man sharing my personal space suddenly pulled me more closely to him and nuzzled his face against my neck. I really wished that I could see his face, but that just wasn't possible at this time, due to the comprising position that I found myself in.

I pulled the phone out so I could get a clearer look at it, and realized that it was not mine. I saw someone named Dick Head was calling the owner of the phone.

Slowly the body against me stirred and then in one swift movement he pulled the phone right out of my hands and twisted around, sitting up on the side of bed with his back to me. It all happened so quickly that my sleep-heavy brain took a while to process what was going on.

"Sure, sure," I heard him mumble into the phone. "I am up. What the fuck do you want this early in the morning?" He started to say something else, but I could hear whoever it was on the other end of the phone yelling something that stunned him into silence. He suddenly slammed the phone down and started to look around for, no doubt, his boxers. He found them quickly and then pulled them on, followed by his pants, all the time with his back to me.

I fought the urge to laugh at the sight of his naked butt, despite how good it looked and the fact that it was firm as , this was surely a body worthy of being compared to Adonis.

In a flash, he was gone from the room, giving me about ten disoriented seconds to realize that my lacy black bra was on the other side of the huge hotel suite, flung over the arm of a couch, before he was back, clutching a newspaper in his hands that he was busy reading.

Then he handed the newspaper to me.

I looked up into his horror-struck, yet still beautiful, face and it all came crashing back tome. I didn't need a newspaper to tell me what was going on, but I still took it from his hand.

In thick black letters on the front page, the headline read:

Black s new prey-Seattle s favorite Seahawk likes to play more than just ball.

And then I noticed the pictures right below it.

The one on the left featured the dance floor on a crowded beach, of which the focus of the picture was a couple securely lip locked and intently tangled in each others limbs as everybody else paid them no heed (except, apparently, the photographer). The other was of the same couple holding hands, laughing as they obliviously got out of a cab at the entrance of The Copacabana Palace hotel.

No prizes for guessing who the two photographed individuals were. I think you already guessed it.

I looked at the man standing across from me. He was holding his head in his hands and it looked like he was pulling at his hair in frustration. This was Jacob Black, one the USA s best football players. I didn't even know which team he played for, but I knew who he was. I m not really that much into sports, but when your ex-boyfriend is so obsessed with a sport and has a poster of the star player in his room, it s a bit hard not to know his face.

Oh wait, let s get to the point here. Perhaps I should explain.

This was Jacob fucking Black, the man whose actions directly caused my break up.

Jacob Black, A-list sports celebrity and notorious playboy. Just because he dumped his girlfriend, my boyfriend -correction, boyfriend thought that was enough reason to dump me. What kind of loser does something for a reason like that anyway? Yeah I hated my ex for doing that, but I hated Jacob Black even more for being the cause of it.

And to make things worse, I slept with him last night! What the heck was I thinking? Oh yeah I wasn't thinking. Damn that tequila.

The first time, the very first time I get drunk in my life, I end up in bed with the person I hate the most.
Note to self - Never, ever, ever drink again. No more alcohol. Ever.

"Umm, I asked him, Why are we on the front page?" He just looked at me with a strange mix of curiosity and disbelief.

I guess shouldn't have been surprised. I already kind of knew the answer - he was a sports celebrity and American football is pretty popular in Brazil.

But I still didn't get why they would out an American sports star on their front page. Then I looked at the newspaper again, and realized it was in English. Oh, it was a US newspaper.

"So you are a football player?" I asked.

"Last time I checked, yes", he responded coldly.

Whoa, what was up with this guy? That attitude was completely uncalled for. I was the one who was supposed to be angry at him, but I guess it wasn't his fault that my stupid ex-boyfriend was stupid enough to break up with me, just because his favorite football star broke up with his girlfriend. I must have had a wounded look on my face, because Jacob sat back down next to me on the bed, and his demeanor softened.

"Listen," he murmured, "I am sorry, I shouldn't have talked to you like that."

The tone of his voice was dejected and full of detached hopelessness. It was as if he had realized, as I did, what a big a mistake we d made, and would do anything to take last night back which was strange. Normally, guys like him tended to fool around with countless women, and didn't even think twice about it.

Its okay! I said somewhat flustered by his sincere and unexpected apology, even though I still didn't know the reason why he was upset. Then I glanced at the newspaper and it struck me. Who would want to be seen with a girl like me? I was so plain, and he was the type of guy who dated the supermodels, not plain old Renesmee Cullen.

"So...," I tried to deflect how awkward I was feeling by making some conversation, "Which team do you play for?"

"Really, you don t know anything about me? Do you know my name?"

"Yeah kind of - you re Jacob Black right?Well my boyf- umm my friend was a fan of yours, so that s how I know about you, but that s about it. I m not really that much into sports." He didn't say anything in response, so I kept talking.

"Well, ummm my name is Renesmee Cullen." I offered when he didn't answer my question. He looked at me, and for the first time this morning he smiled.

"I know."

"How?" I was stunned.

"Well apparently, these paparazzis can find out anything about anyone overnight. If they were in law enforcement, he grinned, then world would be so much better, don t you think?"

We both laughed at his joke, and it eased some of the awkward tension in the room.
"Check the next page," he said.

I did as he suggested,and was shocked to find that the whole page was about me it even had my high school year book photos and my prom photos!

Just as I thought this couldnt get any worse,life bitch-slapped me as I read the next line.

'Nessie/Ness, as Jacob likes to call her, was a bright student in high school .'

"What the hell does this mean?" I asked him.

He looked a little embarrassed as he ran his hands through his hair.

"Well, Renesmee, you have to agree with me on this one, your name is a bit of a mouthful so .." he trailed off.

"So you named me after the Loch Ness monster!" I shouted at him and that just made him smirk. What a jerk! How dare he!

"Listen," he said, "I was drunk and you liked it when I called you Ness last night. On our way to the hotel room maybe one of the paparazzi heard me calling you Nessie."

"I was drunk too!" I exclaimed.

"Seattle Seahawks, I play for the Seattle Seahawks." He said, answering my previous question, and easily changing the subject.

Wait, what? Seattle? Then what the hell was he doing here in Brazil? Well then, that did make sense. That was why Nahuel practically worshipped him, and I didn t have a clue about him. I was from a small town called Forks, and Nahuel s hometown was Seattle.

"What are you doing in Brazil?" My mouth echoed my thoughts.

"Vacation," he replied. And then this awkward silence filled the large room. It occurred to me that we had been carrying on this conversation with me half-naked, so I carefully wrapped the bedsheet around my body like I would a towel,and got up to gather my clothes.

But he just stood there staring at me without even blinking.

Hello didn't anyone teach you that it s rude to stare! I wanted to tell realized what he was doing then and turned away. "Oh, I ..er, I m sorry, I ll just go," he mumbled and then made his way to the bathroom.

If I wasn't mistaken, I m pretty sure I just saw the tiniest flush of pink on his cheek under that gorgeous tanned skin. Wow, did I just make the notorious Jacob Black blush?

I found my little black dress behind the TV, and held it up. There was a huge rip down the middle, from the neckline down to almost the waist. I could only imagine what fervent passion had seized us last night so that we weren't even able to pause for one second to unzip a dress!
I looked regretfully at the torn material I d saved up all month to buy that designer dress.

His long and slender hands were gripping my hips. I was straddling him and my entire body was coursing with desire and lust and the most intense pleasure I'd ever felt in her entire life. He trailed deft fingers up my torso across my shoulders, my neck.

Then his hands trailed back in the direction that they had come, reaching their destination finally. His large hands began kneading my breasts, causing another surge of electricity to make its presence known. I gasped and felt myself smiling back at Jacob and letting him know how much I approved of this touch.

It was as though every inch of my body was on fire.

I suddenly brought my mind back to the present.

I now felt more flushed than ever. Those images were so so powerful. I could almost physically feel Jacob's fingers gliding over my skin and how he felt inside me.

I shook her head forcefully, willing myself to stop that train of thought before it left the station far enough so that it couldn't return.

I tried to find my panties only to be met with a loud clanging as I accidentally knocked over the nearby wastebasket with my foot. I sighed and bent down to pick up the contents (bad idea, I realized when all the blood rushed to my head and I felt like I might pass out), feeling a dull sort of pain between my legs.

I muttered under my breath as I looked at the contents of that wastebasket that were now strewn across the rank carpet. I quickly counted five (yes, that's five!) used condoms.

Five?

Had I really with Jacob? Five times?

Wow, no wonder I could barely walk this morning.

I was still musing over the contents of the wastebasket and what they meant, and didn't realize Jacob had left the room till I heard the bathroom door shut and the shower turning on.

"Holy mother of God!" I heard an ear-piercing yell come from behind the closed bathroom door, followed by more objects crashing to the floor.

At the sound of the bathroom door being forcefully opened, I glanced over to see a towel-clad Jacob (did the man ever wear clothes?) with a very troubled frown on his face. He looked downright green.

"Nessie?"

"Don t call me that!"

"Do you have a tattoo?"
A what?

" of my name, perhaps?" he finished.

I was suddenly aware of a spot on my right hip that was quite sore indeed.

Oh dear God

How had things actually managed to get worse?

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